A blade of grass as the smallest tree
Broken glass in the top drawer
To sleep in the dead lake

We have discussed the future
This is the Middle Kingdom
Singing Pharaoh's song, waiting
To build his temple

Or we could head South
Deep into the jungle
Where they are designing the New Bomb

The up-side is literally down
But let's avoid cliches.
Instead, let us mine the uranium
For Pharaoh's undoing.

Ambient acid effects success
Disperse, assimilate, control
Aesthetic wind damages nations
Conventional air is toxin

Kites float to the troposphere
Ozone stability unchained

Orator's manifestos have failed us
Latent content fools men
H-A-A-R-P
Distraction from The Real
Fractured and failing systems, **** off
Manufactured citizens

Gods of emergence survive
Jaded culture-heads walk to death

Faithful science suffocates
Juxtaposed on the annals of reason

Oceans reach the mountaintop, our last safe haven.

Quilts hang, wet on clothesline
More than seven suns pass yet they stay drenched

Hellfire couldn't stop
Storm-clouds in the hearts of an entire species
Brands that singe the arteries of life
From microbes to oceans

Placed on the altar of Earth
Dubious goals led us far away from our homes
Viruses envy our might
Kilowatt-hours rule

Hope is a luxury
for the moneyed
Existence is the art of dying
with style
You wait for rose petals as I
Chew
on the thorns

Ugly fake flower
Mocks my efforts

It won’t laugh in butane
Neither will its owner
As I sputter my story
In syllables

It’s time for chemicals
******* the fiberglass
Roll with the punches
****, Roll, ****, Roll